Disclaimer: This is mandatory but meaning less. I DO NOT OWN G. I. JOE! I NEVER WILL! STOP RUBBING IT IN MY FACE!
KIDDNAPPING
I had been walking home from school with my brother. We had been talking about our day. I laughed at something he said, tipping my head back, and suddenly he got angry.
"Why didn't you tell me about this?!" he shouted, pointing to the bruise on my jaw.
"I didn't want to worry you," I replied, silently begging him not to freak out.
He didn't have to ask how it happened. He could guess. He knew the bullies would often get physical. They had a tendency to hit people that had a hard time hitting back. Like me with my small size. In fact, this was a very lenient day. At least I didn't have to go to the hospital. Again.
But it had ruined our conversation anyway.
I was trying to think of a way to start the conversation back up, when, suddenly, a van pulled up next to us. Three goons jumped out. They grabbed me, pushing Jamie to the ground.
When inside the van they dropped me. I jumped up and ran to the wall, banging it with my fist.
It hurt my fist, but I didn't care. These goons were probably going t make me hurt a lot more much too soon.
"Jamie! Jamie! Help!" I screamed over and over again. I could hear my brother calling my name.
We both knew how hopeless screaming each other's names was. I kept calling for him any way. Even after his voice faded away.
I kept calling for him right up until I felt something hard hit the back of my head and sickly blackness overtook me.
